Flee

Wonder woman's shorts were soaked with piss, her head was plastered with cake and icing, her feet itched like she was wearing poison ivy insoles, and the party guests were yelling at her for letting the bandits rob them while she made a fool of herself.

Wonder Woman tried to get up, but slipped in icing and fell again. She finally got up and spotted her lasson. She ran to get it. She bent over to pick it up, but had to grabe three times to get it. After she got it, she ran out leaving the fund-raiser guests to the mercies of the bandits.

Wonder Woman ran out of the ball room, down a hall then through the kitchen. She ran out the back door into an alley. She then ran down the alley to a doorway. She spun again and was back in her ball gown. She went to her car. In her car, she sat and sobbed.

"I'm a...fucking...amazon...damnit!" she said sobbing on her steering wheel. She could hear the jeers and laughter at the fund-raiser echoing in her memory. "What's happening...to...me?" she thought.

She thought about going back home, but she did not want to admit to her fellow Amazons her humiliations. She did not want to go to her apartment and have Steve send someone to check on Diana. She decided to drive to a hotel and lay low for a few days.

She drove to a nice hotel and checked in. Once in her room, she ordered a club sandwich, potato wedges, and a slice of caramel cheese cake from room service. As she waited to satfisy her ravenous appetite, she ran over her humiliations: she peed herself in public, she was a bumbling fool while trying to do moves that should come easily, and her clothes were no longer fitting, and she was always hungry.

Her food arrived, and she wolfed it down. She then went to take a shower. As she ran the wash cloth over her nipples, she grew aroused. She let out a gasp and went back over her nipples a few more times. Her hand made its way to her groin and into her. She let out another gasp at how sensitive her clit was. She did not take long to bring herself to orgasm. After she came, she finished showering and towled off. Realizing she had no clothes other than the gown and the ruined costume, she just put on the complimentary bathrobe and went into the bed. She climbed on the bed and turned on the TV.

"Wonder Woman or Blunder Woman?" asked the TV news anchor as the news started.

Diana's jaw dropped. Someone had taken a cell phone video of her wetting herself, her failure to grab the beam, and her falling into the cake. The anchor then asked "Is Wonder Woman past her prime? Is the stress of being a super heroine for all these years finally gotten to her?"

Diana turned off the TV and threw the remote at the TV. She sunk down into the pillow and comforter, crossed her arms and sulked. After a while she fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, a few miles away, the blonde woman was in a room with a large TV screen and the geeky scientist. "Have you found her?"

"Yes, the GPS we put in her tiara shows her to be at the Mont Blanc Hotel on Harris Ave."

"Trying to lay low no doubt," said the Blonde. "Maybe I'll send her a gift basket of muffins laced with weight gain powder," she said with a derisive laugh. Soon enough, I'll be the top crime fighter in these parts. I just have to lure her to one more crime scene, have her make a fool of herself then I come in to save HER and the day, but what. What's a good public forum for her next humiliation?"